a self indulgent smutty phantom ramble for your reading pleasure
nsfw under the cut!
sex with phantom is always so much fun, and will always leaves you satisfied and wanting more. he’s such a sweet guy, and a real romantic at heart. he always makes you feel special and takes the time to remind you how much he loves you and cares about you while at the same time making you cum harder than you ever have before. the intimacy is unmatched, and it just makes it that much better. sensual and passionate is his MO, and you can’t help but love every second.
phantom’s favorite positions are any where he can see your face and be close to you. missionary is a classic with him, and even though some would regard it as “vanilla”, you wouldn’t have it any other way. the way he rolls his hips into you is addicting, and he always gives you so much attention and affection. he’s all about soft praise, loving compliments, sweet kisses and eye contact. he tells you how good you feel, how much he loves you, how pretty you look, and how he’s so lucky he gets to see you like this.
when it comes to bug, he is definitely not shy about making noise in the bedroom. he just gets so into it he can’t help it. soft moans when he first bottoms out, whines that get louder towards the end when he’s close, and groaning when he finds the perfect angle or you clench around him. he loves to hear you too - he wants to know exactly how good he’s making you feel, and he loves when you straight up tell him that. let’s be honest, you tell him that every time you guys have sex, because he always feels amazing inside you.
another one of his favorite positions is when he has you sitting in his lap facing him. at that point it’s almost 90% just grinding back and forth on top of him, but you don’t mind… he feels so good that you almost can’t bear it when he pulls out before thrusting back in. he loves how close you can be in this position, and how he can kiss you softly or leave hickies on your neck and jaw. he’s not a possessive guy per se (he knows you’re just as obsessed with him as he is with you), so it’s mostly about leaving a reminder of the night for just the two of you.
while soft and sweet phantom is what you get the majority of the time, he’s definitely capable of railing you into next week if the situation calls for it. there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you, and if you’re looking for a good fucking, you know exactly which buttons to push to achieve that. dragging him into an empty room immediately after coming off stage is a sure fire way to get him to give it to you a little harder, as he’s always so amped up and full of energy - even after performing. and if you guys haven’t seen each other or been able to spend some alone time together in a while? best believe he’s going to make up for it by bending you over the nearest surface once you’re alone to make up for lost time.
phantom is almost ultra sensitive, and like most guys, he loves when you take him in your mouth or hand, it drives him crazy. if you’re using your hand, you can simply rub his tip or circle your thumb around the head and after a few minutes he’s cumming all over his stomach and your hand with a whine. he loves to be overstimulated and you can’t exactly resist it because of how good he looks and sounds when you tease him. when you’re giving him head, he is so gentle, holding your hair back loosely or cupping your face while youre driving him crazy with your tongue. he’s so blissed out that he can barely form words, it’s just soft moans and whines while he rambles about how good you’re doing and how much he loves you.
huge fan of going down on you, that boy is insatiable. sometimes you have to be stern with him because if he had it his way, he would shimmy you out of your clothes and go to town whenever he has a free moment. he’s tried at many inopportune times, and even though you absolutely want to let him, sometimes you have to resist. he usually tries to give you puppy dog eyes and it’s incredibly hard to tell him no when you also wish so badly you had time for it. but best believe that when he is able to lay you out all nice and pretty for him… you better expect to be there for a while. he will take his sweet time with you, focusing on just your clit first, sucking on the sensitive little bud until you’ve come at least once and he can slide his fingers in with no resistance and really get down to business.
like dew, he has such talented and agile fingers/hands, and he certainly puts them to use! he knows you love when he bends you down on the bed with your ass in the air so he can finger you nice and deep until you’re a puddle on the bed and moaning uninhibited. he especially loves to do it when you’re stressed or frustrated, knows it will almost immediately take all the wind out of your sails and you’ll forget what even made you upset in the first place.
he’s such a cutie, and you always leave/end it feeling satisfied and wanting to cuddle with him after. very much the kind of guy who wants to lay with you in the afterglow and talk about silly stuff. he’s also the king of aftercare: snacks, water, a damp towel, etc. whatever you want he will get!
Omg I love your writing! Could I request how each of the ghouls would react to an S/O who gets flustered easily? Maybe the s/o is like a sibling of sin?? Idk, whatever you decide :)
Howdy-doody! I'll keep this one gender neutral my dear, but reader is a sibling of sin and in an established relationship with the pairings (all at once or not, that's up to you... 😂)
Gonna stick to the Ghouls today, but if you'd like the Ghoulettes let me know and I'll try and figure something out for them!
NSFW 18+ content so MDNI!
(Thank you to @her-satanic-wiles for helping me out with this one. The brain fog was real, but your help has cleared it!)
Sodo
He's thinks you are adorable.
He likes to mess with you by doing out-of-pocket cute things for you, things no one ever expected Sodo to be the type of partner to do.
He comes home to you with flowers, thoughtful gifts, snacks. He loves to see your cute little reactions to them.
You always get a bit shy about it, even you don't ever expect Sodo to shower you in these little gestures. He always seemed like the grumpy Ghoul, the one who'd hiss at someone for breathing too loud near him.
You were his weakness though, as much as he was yours.
He feels a protectiveness over you that he can't explain, and has since the day he met you.
His favourite thing to fluster you is pulling you into his lap when you're in public or with other people. When his arms wrap around you you usually squeak, and he holds you tightly against him possessively.
And no, it's not his favourite thing to feel you wriggling against him while he holds onto you at all. How dare you suggest such a thing.
Rain
Rain is a soft soul too, and so when you get flustered? He gets flustered.
It doesn't take much to fluster you, but he loves how adorable you are.
Like Sodo, he brings you gifts that soften you up. Your favourite is a teddy bear he bought you with it's own Ghoul mask he'd doused in his cologne for when he was away on tour.
When he'd come home from tour, you'd made the bear it's own little bass guitar - oh, how his heart had swelled at that.
Quite often you'll find yourself in a giggle-off. He usually starts it, making you giggle. But your giggle makes him giggle. And his giggle makes you giggle. And your giggle makes him giggle. And his giggle makes you gigg-
The only way to break out of the loop is to silence you with a kiss - one that'll knock the wind right out of you and have you blushing and clawing at him for more every time.
Mountain
Oh my Lucifer, he likes to tease you.
Mostly teases you because of your size. But it wouldn't matter if you were tall or tiny, you'd still be dwarfed by him and he only does it because it makes you so flushed.
If he teases you around others, it's innocent and playful. A poke to your ribs during Mass or a light shove into a bush as you walk down the sidewalk. Sure, it flusters you, but he thinks it's hilarious watching you compose yourself.
Most of the teasing happens behind closed doors, because he can really go for it then. He knows how much he can get away with in public before you get too flustered and it does more harm than good, but at home? He can wind you up as much as he likes.
He likes the little tantrums he can induce by teasing you - it gives him an excuse to coddle you and be sickeningly sweet to win you back over. Not that it ever takes much...
The worst case scenario is he has to go the extra mile to win you back over, but... that's not really a worst case scenario for either of you. He loves to please...
Swiss
Total shitbag.
This man thrives on flustering you in public. Anything he can do, usually of a sexual nature too.
You'd taken him shopping one time and he'd very loudly asked for your opinion on a lace babydoll and asked if you'd like to see him in it. He'd revelled in the blush on your cheeks all day long.
He pays attention to details that fluster you, like when he rolls his shirt sleeves up as he plays guitar, or when he boops you on the nose with a wink in front of other people.
The worst thing he ever did was embarrass you in front of Papa, when he'd very loudly told you he would see you after band practise was over and he would 'bring the whipped cream this time'.
Phantom
Also a shitbag. But he's sneakier about it.
This fucker looks through your tiktok fyp, your search histories, your conversations with your best friends to find out what makes you tick.
The worst had been when he'd seen you liking videos of men in corset waistcoats. He'd gone out and bought one, wearing it under his jacket to dinner with you and your friends.
He'd basked in the glory of flustering you - and your friends who you'd talked about the videos with - when he took his jacket off at the table.
He'd also found out about your involvement in booktok and the exact romance novels you had read from your storygraph profile and began roleplaying the scenes to rile you up.
The first time he'd pushed you up against a wall, you'd squeaked and cowered under him. He loved that. Now, he'd do anything to hear that squeak again.
He finds it hilarious, and it usually ends in a long night for the both of you culminating in absolute bliss and loving embraces.
❤︎ synopsis — a little bit of naughtiness can go a long way, in more ways than one too
pairing: nameless ghouls x gn!reader
theme: smut ❣︎
a/n: i wanted to try a different writing style this time. this is all just pure smutty headcanons with the nameless ghouls because i’m shameless as hell. i’ll make a ghoulettes version soon
cw: nsfw content. it’s all pure smut guys. the ghouls have heat cycles. bdsm. cnc (?). orgasm denial. pet play. primal play (?). blood kink. dacryphilia. shower sex. spanking. semi-public sex. somnophilia. mirror sex. size kink. usage of toys. voyeurism. corruption kink, choking and biting. degradation. they’re ghouls, so they’re very feral.
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➻ sodomizer ghoul
this man is FERAL as hell
he wants to keep you all to himself
and you bet your ass he’s going to show everyone who you belong to
sodo is big on biting. he loves sinking his fangs into your flesh and marking you up with reddish-purple bruised hickeys
if he makes you bleed by biting you he’s only going to get more turned on
he likes seeing you covered in blood
those hands of his are sexy as hell, and he’s using those hands to grip onto any bare flesh his claws can grasp
especially on your ass. sodo likes to squeeze those bare cheeks and spank them until they’re red
being the lead guitarist = good with his fingers
sodo can and will force you on his lap while he fingers your tight heat into oblivion/jerks you off until you’re seeing stars
also pull on his tail if you want to make him go absolutely feral
even the slightest touch on his tail will literally have him rock hard in his pants. his sex drive is that high
this man is cocky as hell
sodo’s really into fucking you against the mirror. he likes to see how good he is at making you feel good
he MAKES you watch him fuck you. will literally grab your chin and force you to look straight into the mirror, just so you can see how his cock disappears into your hole.
“see that? see how good i’m fucking you? mmmh~ no other ghoul can make you feel like this.”
sodo is a lot easier to set off when he’s in heat. but he’s also really unpredictable.
he can be a rough and aggressive mess that wants nothing more than to force you into doggy position and just rail you from behind
or he’ll be a bratty and whimpering mess, begging for you to touch him
he hates to admit that he likes subbing while he’s in heat because it hurts his ego, but sometimes he wants to be pampered and treated like a prince when in bed
even though he’s a huge brat when that’s the case. sodo can’t listen to anything for shit
sodo also likes to fight with you during sex
not in a sense where it’s like actual fighting, but he likes to challenge you on who can dominate the other better
always playing with the power dynamic, teasing each other with dirty remarks, it gets his rocks off
and it usually tends to be a 50/50 on both ends. he likes the equal power dynamic because it turns him on
“mmmh~… look at you.. such a mess underneath me. not putting up much of a fight now, eh?” sodo chuckles lustfully, before shoving your head down to the pillow again as he pounded his cock into you from behind.
“you’re such a slut for my dick.. aren’t ya? such a pretty thing you are… taking me so well.”
you could only whimper softly from the feeling of his hard length pushing deep within your hole. you turned your head slightly, and was met with his hungry, promiscuous gaze.
“hah… i’d argue that you’re more of a slut than me… considering how hard you are.” you retorted back with a teasing grin. though, that grin was quickly wiped off your face when sodo slammed the head of his cock into your sweet spot again.
“shit!”
“awww.. would you look at that? not much of a talker now… are ya?”
sodo then grabbed a fistful of your hair, and craned your head up, forcing you to look in the mirror in front of his bed. you could see in full view how he was slamming his hips into you, and the feeling just made you more worked up.
and sodo could feel it too.
“good fucking plaything.”
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➻ rain ghoul
rain is a little more vanilla than most of his fellow ghouls
key word: a little
that doesn’t mean he can’t be absolutely feral and wild at times
as a water ghoul, rain absolutely adores shower sex
sometimes he’ll just gently knock on your bathroom door, asking politely to let him fuck you
but you can hear his heavy ass, horny breathing from the other side and it also gets you worked up.
one time, it was raining outside, and rain couldn’t resist dragging you outside and rail you like crazy while the raindrops were hitting your guys’ bodies.
he couldn’t help himself— he was feeling extra needy for your body and he just let his ghoulish instinct take over
it turned him on so much, but you later got sick and he felt bad. definitely spent the rest of that day pampering you
would totally do it again though
favorite position is watching you ride him
he loves to claw his fingers into your hips and guide you as you’re bouncing off of his cock
also pants and breaths heavily every time you’re riding him, then his groans quickly turn into quick and sharp moans as he gets closer
“shit… fuck— fuck fuck fuck! ahhh~ you’re so good love—! so good… riding me like that..”
rain’s moans are literally music to your ears
the water ghoul moans differently depending on his mood
he either shamelessly moans loudly, slowly moving to a higher pitch, or lets out deep and heavy breaths of sheer euphoria— with each pant getting deeper than the last
PRAISE KINK.
rain can’t help it. he just loves to worship you and your body while he’s fucking the ever living shit out of you
will definitely hold your hand during sex while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. he likes to be a bit romantic during sex
rain likes being both on the giving end and receiving end when it comes to praise
call him a good boy and he’ll cum immediately
he likes being praised a lot
also his horns are hella sensitive
If you tug on rain’s horns long enough and tease him, he’s practically melting and panting like a bitch in heat (which he probably is tbh)
so touch rain’s horns.
“oh yeaahh~ oh my love you’re squeezing me so tight— mmf~ you’re going to make me loose it..”
rain’s webbed fingers had a tight grip on your hips as he guided you up and down on his throbbing cock, watching your sweet hole consume his hard-on in a way that had both of you moaning so loudly.
your hands were on his shoulders, gripping them tightly that it left a slight bruising mark on his shoulders.
“rain… rain please..” you whispered out softly, before redirecting your fingers to grip onto the base of rain’s horns tightly.
the water ghoul only let out a higher pitched moan from the feeling and rocked his hips forward, hitting deeper spots inside of you that had your hips spasming.
“nngh! rain!”
“fuck baby! oh yes… that’s it, just like that.”
you only continued to ride rain with more desperation and neediness, gripping onto his horns more tightly. he kept his grip tight on your hips, and jerked his hips forward to match with the rhythm of yours.
“yes… yes that’s it… hnnngh~ keep riding me like that.”
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➻ mountain ghoul
big boy mountain
i said what i said
this man has size and he uses it well
like— he’d do anything just to see you taking his massive dick. he likes knowing that his size makes you feel so good
his favorite thing to do is have you cockwarm him
mountain could be doing the most mundane task like reading a book or something, and he’d just have you sit on his cock
he gets off to watching you squirm on him, seeing you trying not to moan too loud while he sits there, not effected at all.
also, he gets turned on seeing his cock inside of you
like that tummy bulge is there, and he loves staring at it.
mountain will push his palm down on your tummy, feeling himself move inside of you while he fucks you into oblivion
“ahhh~.. you feel that? that’s me making you feel good. i know you love it.”
mountain is fully aware of how big he is, and therefore he’s gentle with you
he’ll start off slow, but then he’ll gradually increase the pace until your legs are shaking like crazy
he will lift you up in his arms while he’s pounding into you. he likes the feeling of you being close to him
like— this man can be standing up and he’ll still have you in his arms while he’s fucking you
mountain also likes to watch you ride him
but his favorite positions is bending you over a counter or the bed while he’s going to town on you
will grip your hips so hard that it leaves marks which is incredibly hot too btw
mountain is insanely good at giving head
he’s addicted to your taste. he wouldn’t mind sitting between your legs for hours while lapping at your cunt/sucking your dick
also wraps his arms tightly around your thighs while he’s between your legs, just to make sure you’re not squirming too much
when he’s in heat he’s more needy, but also a little more rough
like this one time— you were teasing him a bit too much and it ended with you on his bed, tangled in the sheets while you were gasping for air
he’s sure to give you plenty of aftercare afterwards
one time while you both were sleeping together, you were awakened by the sounds of him moaning in his sleep.
mountain was definitely having a wet dream because he was moaning your name and grunting
so you woke him up in a pleasant way by jerking him off while he chased his climax in his sleep
it’s safe to say, you found yourself sitting on him afterwards
mountain was definitely in the zone at the moment.
“i can’t concentrate if you’re moving like that.”
it’s clear he was having no problem with what he was doing right now, but your situation was a little different.
sitting on his cock, but not being able to move, you were stuck on his lap— one of his strong hands grasping your hips to prevent you from moving while you let out soft whimpers of desperation.
“m-mountain please… i can’t take it..”
you had decided to wake up mountain from a nice dream by … pleasing him down there. in return, he decided to force you on his lap and make you take his hard on, not letting you move.
“sit still, pretty thing. you did this to yourself.” mountain whispered into your ear, his eyes still directed to the book he’s reading.
the earth ghoul jerked his hips upwards slightly to tease you, causing you to gasp and tighten around him.
“nnngh! mountain… please…”
“mhhh~ good… you’re doing great.. if you keep taking it well like that, i might reward you.”
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➻ swiss army ghoul
the king of kinks
this man has a whole list of all the shit he’s into, swiss is down to do anything, he’s called swiss army ghoul for a reason
literally everything turns him on, so he loves to experiment with you
position? he’s flexible enough to do anything you want
like he’ll either have you bending your legs backwards until your feet are against the bed frame, or he’ll bend down like holy mary, begging for you to just take him
his favorite position is your legs over his shoulders, simply because he likes hitting all of those sweet spots inside of you with his cock
swiss is the biggest switch to ever exist. he likes having control, but sometimes he wants to be controlled
one moment he’ll be railing you like there’s no tomorrow while whispering the kinkiest shit in your ear, the next he’s a blubbering and whimpering mess under you, just waiting for you to stop edging him
yeah he’s into orgasm denial. he likes being teased no matter how much he whines about it
choking kink, especially if he’s the one getting choked
swiss loves it when you choke him with a belt. will literally demand for you to strangle him harder. and when you deliver he just moans so loudly
his moans sound so hot too so that’s a bonus
makes out with you until you’re lips are numb, does this while he’s pounding into you
swiss has the most creative things to say in bed. he’s big on dirty talk
he’s just so entranced by the moment he can’t help but express how he’s feeling through words— and he’ll definitely degrade you too
“hnngh.. you’re such good little fuck doll for me.. ahh~ nothing but a cute little cumslut who’s only good for taking my loads.”
one word: bondage
and he usually prefers having you tied up
will strap you down to the bed with the prettiest red rope he can find, then he’ll go absolutely ham on you with the many toys he has
you bet your ass swiss owns a lot of toys
and he’ll use them to either edge you and have your legs shaking in anticipation, or overstimulate you until you physically can’t cum anymore
he’s very unpredictable in the sheets, but that’s what makes it so damn hot
one time you were sucking swiss off while he was singing for rehearsal
it was just you and him in the room, but you couldn’t resist going down on him, and it took everything in swiss’ power to not slip up and moan into the mic
needless to say, he let out a moan that was a little too loud and attracted a crowd
“you go down just like— nnngh! … holy maryy~”
currently, swiss was standing in front of his mic stand, singing along the backing vocals of mary on a cross. one hand was on the mic, and the other was on your head to keep your head steady.
you were on your knees in front of swiss’ aching and throbbing cock, with one hand on his hips and the other holding onto the base of his length, deepthroating him like your life depended on it.
it took everything in swiss’ willpower to not screw up and have people hear him moan… but it wasn’t exactly easy to do.
“hah… you really are going down like holy mary, aren’t you? you fucking whore.” swiss spat with a lustful chuckle, grabbing onto your hair and forcing you to go deeper, making you gag and whine from the feeling.
“m-mmmh—!”
“such a fucking slut for my dick. you couldn’t wait ‘till practice was over? ahhh~ … well this is what misbehaving brats like you get for not being patient.”
it seemed that the noise had attracted some attention from the other ghouls, who were peeking in the room to see what was happening. with wide eyes, you tried to pull away, but swiss’ hand forced your head down again, making you moan and your throat constrict around his cock tightly.
“no.. no you’re going to finish what you started. let them watch… let them watch me shoot my load down your throat. then, i’m going to fuck you over that table for them to see. got that?”
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➻ phantom ghoul
phantom likes to act like a lil’ cutie
and he is. he’s just freaky as hell in the sheets
this man likes to act all innocent, but in his mind, he runs wild with his kinky fantasies
he’s mostly learned from swiss and sodo. he gets a lot of his kinks from them since they share similar tastes
phantom fucks hard with bdsm
he doesn’t care if it’s you being dominant or if he’s the dominant one, phantom just gets off to the sensation and thrill of bdsm
just the thought of seeing himself/you covered in so many marks, bruises and hickeys from a long, cruel game of sadomasochism is enough to get him hard
he’s also more of a masochist than a sadist, but he still gets off to seeing you in a whimpering state of pleasure and pain
phantom is always sure to make sure you’re comfortable, since he knows how intense this kind of sex play can get
double checks safe words and reassured you that stopping him when it gets too intense is totally fine
corruption kink
but like— he won’t admit that he’s into it unless you bring up the idea to him
phantom likes to experiment a lot, especially when it comes to roleplaying in your sex life
PET PLAY. again, he doesn’t care if he’s the pet, or if you are, but he does like the idea of being leashed on a collar
literally as long as you and him gets to feel good he doesn’t mind whatever. phantom’s willing to be flexible
will literally get on his knees and beg you to let him suck you off/eat you out
phantom definitely whines
especially when he’s being given head, he can’t help but moan and whimper more loudly because he wants to get his rocks off more to your mouth
“n-nnnghh.. fuck you know to use your mouth.. a-ahh~ more please~..”
when phantom is experiencing a heat cycle that’s when he gets more interesting
he’s a lot more hyper and excitable, like an energized dog that needs to fuck out his energy
phantom’s also definitely more dominant in heat, usually going fast and hard because he’s that excited.
primal play, with him as the hunter, it gets especially intense in heat
like sometimes he’ll even play around with you, chasing you down the woods and when he catches you, he fucks you mercilessly against a tree
sometimes phantom won’t even give you room to breathe because he’s that deep into his carnal and lustful desires
he also definitely leaves bruising, reddish-purple hickeys everywhere, especially in places where the other ghouls can see them
will definitely kiss and lick the hickeys to soothe stinging feeling after he’s left them behind.
when phantom’s in a mean mood he loves to edge you.
he’ll keep you begging and moaning, while you’re writhing around in his grasp, begging for a release
and your tears turn him on too. he might even lick them off of you if he’s feeling extra horny
out of all the ghouls, phantom is the most gentle with his aftercare
he’ll literally spend hours pampering you like royalty to make sure you’re feeling comfortable and safe, and this is mainly due to all of the intense stuff you have phantom do during sex.
“awww.. look at you… you’re completely out of it.”
you were left panting on the bed, soft hiccups escaped from your throat and you were all curled up on the bed. phantom had just spent the past hour or so railing you into the next century— whipping out all sorts of wild cards that had your legs shaking.
you cringed slightly when you felt some of phantom’s cum drip out of your hole just from moving a bit. he really filled you up to the brim
the quintessence ghoul grinned and just scooped you up into his bare chest, gently whispering in your ear and stroking your hair.
“there you go… i got you now..” phantom whispered softly, while you cradled yourself into his arms, sighing softly from his tight embrace.
you could feel phantom’s tail coil around your leg, and tighten slightly, making you whimper due to the sensitivity from the previous session, and phantom just chuckled at the sound.
“phantom…” you whined out, but he just smirked down at you.
“when you’re feeling better, we can go at it a few more times. there’s still some things i want to try with you, and i won’t stop until you’re completely filled up with my cum.”
I got an idea for Phantom cause from the clips I've seen. He's like a high-energy puppy.
Relaxing with his partner after a concert, and he's sleepy as he comes down from the high of performing or he still has unspent energy leftover. So two options: soft sleepy smexy times or doing it to release the rest of his energy. Feel free to choose either one.
can attest to the puppy energy !! he was all over the stage in austin and it was the cutest thing i’ve ever seen actually i was giggling at the barricade like a little schoolgirl
anyways bc phantom is SOOOO my baby why not both
sleepy and soft.
say he comes back to the hotel room and once he’s freshly showered, he’s got you in his arms, relaxed in bed and chatting about anything that comes to mind. the adrenaline, all that octane, has burned through him and smothered itself out, but still, he has this urgent need to feel you entirely. he kisses you soft and slow, pressing you back into the plush pillows. when he moves to kiss you neck, little fangs dragging lightning across your skin, you try to tell him he just showered, so he shouldn’t work up another sweat. he doesn’t listen to you, of course, just nips at the junction between your shoulder and neck, the soft skin pricking hotly, and whispers that he needs you.
and because you’ve always been weak to him, you let him shimmy you out of your pajamas and take you as he pleases. his hips roll against yours deliciously, agonizingly slow, but each press of his cock against that spot inside you that only he knows how to get to makes it worth it. his mouth is everywhere, muttering praises into your skin and swallowing up each noise of yours that dares to rise abovea soft moan. he makes sure you come first, as he always does, and his release follows just seconds after. his body eases into yours, skin against skin, breaths mingling between you. he refuses to pull out of you for quite sometime, but you don't complain (you never complain) because he fills you in ways undescribable, an otherworldly feeling of completion.
but he is thoroughly exhausted, sleepiness settling heavy into his very bones. he does get up eventually to clean you up and redress you, but each motion is slow-going, syrupy and languid and perfect. he takes you into his arms again the second he's back in bed, whispers of love confessions falling on deaf ears as you let the remnants of his warmth inside you lull you to sleep.
pent-up.
he doesn't bother to shed his clothes or shower first, doesn't even bother to kick off his shoes. the second he sees you in the hotel room, he's getting himself out of the offending mask and sealing you in a kiss that is all teeth and tongue and spit. it's a way you have him often, messy and fumbling, but that always drives the experience of letting him have you from perfect to life-altering.
he barely gets himself out of his boots, his pants, or even you out of your own clothes, soaked with the sweat of yourself and the people you'd been with in the pit that night, crushed against the barricade. he gets you on all fours on the bed and slips inside without much of a fight, his cock straining against the slick of your walls. the pace he sets is brutal and it has you keening loudly; you're certain you'll have a noise complaint before he's even halfway decided to be done using you tonight.
his hands press bruises into your skin, claws digging deep into the plush of everywhere he can reach. the bite of each pinprick has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, a delicious haze filling your head until all you can think of is his name and the earth-shattering way his hips drive into your ass. he pulls you up by the back of your neck, tongue sliding against the shell of your ear as he asks you who your body belongs to, who gets to use it as they please (it's yours, phantom. all yours, comes your reply, each syllable broken and stuttered). and when he's content with your answers, he pushes you down into the mattress, his hand pressing your back into a perfect arch just for him.
he overstimulates you, focused on nobody's pleasure, just on getting that livewire of energy out of himself. you're lucky he doesn't make you count how many times you come because you lose count after three. and when his rutting finally comes to an end, it's almost as agonizing to not have him inside of you as it is for him to keep fucking you. you're so limp and foggy that it makes him giggle hazily himself, proud to have been the progenitor of your undoing.
he'll do it again after the next concert too, he tells you, so don't worry your pretty little head. he knows how much you adore being brainless for him and it'd be awfully despicable of him to deny you that pleasure.
Kinktober Day 21 - Crossdressing (Underwear/Lingerie)
Phantom x Cardinal!Reader
He keeps stealing your panties now, hoping that you’ll catch him rubbing himself with them and replay what you did last time. Now, though, you want to teach him a lesson.
Masterlist ⛧ Kinktober 2024 Masterlist ⛧ The Cardinal Masterlist
Words: 4.3k.
Reading Time: 17 min.
Warnings: cum eating, cunnilingus, degradation, dom/sub relationship, frottage, masturbation, mentions of masturbation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, panty sniffing, PIV sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex
This became a bit of a habit with Phantom. On days where he was feeling particularly needy for you he’d sneak in and rub himself raw with your panties attached to both his nose and his cock, inhaling your scent as he drove himself to completion. Sometimes he wouldn’t even clean up his mess properly, and you’d find his cum all over your panties, and sometimes even staining your sheets. And though you’d have to change your sheets, you would touch yourself in them thinking about his activities and how he was so desperate for you he couldn’t wait.
But today, he wasn’t expecting to see you there, lounging on the bed with an amused smile playing on your lips. The sight of him caught in the act, your panties wrapped around his fingers and the unmistakable evidence of his need pooling at his feet, made your heart race with a mix of excitement and mischief.
“Phantom,” you purred, your voice sultry and teasing, “is this how you’ve been spending your afternoons? I should have known you couldn’t resist my scent.”
His cheeks flushed crimson, eyes wide with embarrassment as he dropped the panties, but you simply leaned back, crossing your legs and enjoying the show. “You’ve been a very naughty boy, haven’t you? Maybe it’s time I teach you a proper lesson.”
You stood up, beckoning him closer. “But first, you’re going to wear something special for me.” Reaching into your drawer, you pulled out a pink, lacy set of lingerie—something that would fit him perfectly. “Let’s see how you look in this, shall we?”
His protest was muffled by the growing desire in his gaze as he processed the command. You had him right where you wanted, and with every moment that passed, the anticipation of what was to come sent a thrill through you both.
As he slipped into the bra, the lace caressed his skin, enhancing the smoothness of his chest while accentuating the contours of his shoulders. The delicate floral design danced across his form, each curve inviting your gaze. The way it lifted and framed him was intoxicating, casting him in a softer light that contrasted with his usual ruggedness.
The panties hugged his hips tightly, the sheer fabric barely concealing his arousal, creating an enticing silhouette that made your heart race. The soft, teasing lace kissed the skin of his thighs, leaving just enough to the imagination.
His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal evident in his wide eyes, which glimmered with mischief. The sight of him, adorned in your lingerie, was enough to send a thrill down your spine. He looked both vulnerable and irresistibly sexy, ready to submit to your desires. The way the fabric clung to him transformed his brashness into something utterly captivating, igniting a deep hunger within you that was impossible to ignore.
With a smirk playing on your lips, you stepped closer, your voice dripping with teasing authority. “Look at you, all dressed up and desperate. I can’t believe you’ve been stealing my panties just to get off. But now, you’re going to show me how much you enjoy wearing them.”
You leaned in, a finger tracing the delicate lace on his bra. “You look absolutely stunning, darling. Now, let’s see how well you can follow instructions while wearing my things. Can you do that for me?”
With a sultry smile, you stepped back, admiring the way the fabric hugged him. “Now, let’s see just how much you enjoy wearing my lingerie,” you purred.
You moved closer again, your fingertips grazing over the lace of the bra, eliciting a shiver from him. “I want you to touch yourself for me,” you commanded, your voice low and commanding. “Show me how desperate you are, how much you crave me.”
As he obeyed, his hands moved over his body, the contrast of your delicate lingerie against his skin igniting a primal need within you. You watched him carefully, your gaze filled with desire, as he caressed his cock through the fabric of the panties, breathing heavily with each stroke.
“Good boy,” you encouraged, your voice dripping with lust. “Let yourself feel how beautiful you look like this. It’s okay to indulge in your desires.” The air thickened with tension as you reveled in the sight of him, lost in pleasure, wearing your things.
“Now, tell me how much you want me,” you urged, leaning closer, your breath brushing against his ear, igniting sparks of need. “Let me hear you beg.”
His breath hitched at your command, and he looked up at you with wide, pleading eyes. “I— I want you so much,” he stammered, his voice laced with desperation. “Please, I need you to touch me.”
A wicked smile spread across your face as you watched him squirm, the sight of him in your lingerie driving you wild. “That’s a good start, but I want more,” you replied, stepping even closer, your body almost brushing against his. “I want you to beg me to make you feel good.”
He bit his lip, his hands continuing to work over himself through the fabric. “Please, I’ll do anything,” he pleaded, his voice trembling with need. “I just want you, please touch me.”
“Anything?” you echoed, leaning in to whisper against his ear, your breath warm and tantalising. “Then you’ll have to show me just how desperate you are for me. I want to see you lose control.”
With that, you stepped back, allowing him to feel the weight of your gaze as he continued to touch himself, the tension between you electric. You watched as he writhed in pleasure, the fabric of the panties pulling tighter against his arousal, an exquisite sight that made your core throb with desire.
“Come on, Phantom,” you coaxed, your voice a sultry whisper. “Show me how much you crave me. Let go and lose yourself in the moment.”
His breath quickened as he felt the intensity of your gaze upon him, the weight of your command igniting a fire within. “I—I can’t hold back much longer,” he gasped, his fingers moving faster against the fabric, the sheer material becoming increasingly damp with his desperation.
“Good,” you replied, a wicked grin spreading across your face. “I want to see you lose control. Let it all out for me. You’re mine to play with now.”
He whimpered at your words, the urgency of his need palpable as he let himself surrender to the moment. The tension built, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily as he chased the edge, the embarrassment of wearing your lingerie mingling with the pleasure you both shared.
“Please,” he breathed again, his voice laced with a mix of desperation and yearning. “I need to feel you. I can’t hold on any longer.”
“Then come for me, Phantom,” you urged, your voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down his spine. “I want to see you come undone, to watch you lose yourself completely.”
With a final, shuddering breath, he obeyed your command, his body convulsing as he reached his climax, the sound of his moans echoing through the room. You stood mesmerised, taking in the sight of him—beautifully vulnerable and utterly consumed by his desire for you.
You watched intently as his essence seeped through the delicate lace of the panties. The white fabric, now glistening and damp, clung to him, highlighting every contour and curve. Each pulse seemed to draw the fabric tighter against his skin, the combination of your lingerie and his release creating an intoxicating sight.
The sheer lace transformed into a canvas of desire, stained with his proof of longing, as you revelled in the sight of him—beautifully exposed, vulnerable, and utterly consumed by his need for you. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered intimacy, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away.
You settled back against the plush bedding, the rich fabric of your cardinal robes pooling around you, inviting him into your space. As you lifted the hem, your lace panties were revealed, a tantalising contrast against your skin. You spread your legs wider, exposing the heat of your core, your own arousal evident beneath the delicate fabric.
“Come here and rub against me,” you commanded, your voice sultry and filled with longing. The invitation hung in the air, charged with anticipation.
He obeyed eagerly, inching closer until he positioned himself between your legs, his body radiating warmth. With each deliberate movement, he pressed against your clothed folds, the friction sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you. The sensation was exquisite, a heady mix of pressure and desire that built with every thrust against your panties.
You could feel the heat of him seeping through the fabric, mingling with your own arousal. “Just like that,” you encouraged, your voice thick with desire. “Feel how good it is.” The rhythm of his movements matched the racing of your heart, each push and roll against you igniting a deep, primal hunger.
As he continued to grind against you, the sound of soft fabric shifting filled the room, creating a symphony of shared pleasure. You arched your back, giving him a better angle, urging him to explore the sweet friction that lay just beneath the lace. “Don’t stop,” you gasped, losing yourself in the blissful heat that enveloped you both.
As he ground against you, a wave of heat enveloped you both, intensifying the electric connection between your bodies. The fabric of your panties became a barrier that only heightened the sensation, creating a delicious friction that left you breathless. You could feel every movement, every shift of his hips against you, as the rhythm built between you.
“Just like that,” you encouraged, your breath quickening as he pressed harder, his need for you apparent in every thrust. The pleasure coiled tightly in your core, urging you to push closer to the edge. You could sense the desperation in his movements, his own need mirrored in your heightened arousal.
“Tell me how good it feels,” you urged, a wicked smile teasing your lips. The vulnerability of the moment only fueled your desire as he leaned closer, his breath warm against your skin.
“It feels amazing,” he gasped, his voice laced with urgency. “I need more. I want to feel you, to taste you.”
You loved the way he begged, the way he surrendered to his desire, and you could feel your own longing rising in response. “Then give me everything you have,” you replied, your voice dripping with need. “Don’t hold back.”
With that, you wrapped your legs around him, drawing him closer, urging him to lose himself in the moment as you both succumbed to the intoxicating dance of pleasure.
The sight of him in the delicate bra and lace panties was absolutely intoxicating. The fabric clung to his toned body, showcasing every sinewy muscle and curve, transforming him into a vision of both vulnerability and allure. The bra, adorned with intricate floral patterns, accentuated the smoothness of his skin and lifted him just right, creating a striking silhouette. It made his chest look inviting and tantalizing, and each movement sent a shiver of desire racing through you.
The panties hugged his hips snugly, their sheer material allowing a glimpse of his skin while still teasing your imagination. The way they clung to him, almost as if they were a second skin, drove you wild with want. You could see how they outlined his growing arousal, a delicious reminder of just how desperate he was for you. The combination of his natural masculinity and the femininity of the lingerie created a heady mix that was impossible to resist.
Seeing him so desperate, lost in his own pleasure, ignited a fire deep within you. Each thrust against you was a reminder of his yearning, and the sight of his flushed cheeks and wide, pleading eyes only intensified your desire. It thrilled you to see him embrace this vulnerability, surrendering completely to the moment. You couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he looked, the contrast of his usual brashness with the soft lace transforming him into someone exquisite and enticing.
You felt an overwhelming urge to explore every inch of him, to touch and taste, to make him feel just as good as he looked. The need to dominate this moment, to push him further into his desires, consumed you. “You look absolutely stunning like this,” you purred, your voice dripping with lust. “I could watch you like this forever.”
As the pleasure coursed through you, the heat of the moment enveloped both of you, intertwining your desires. With every thrust against your folds, the friction built a delicious tension that coiled tighter within you, pushing you closer to the edge. You could feel your breath quickening, each gasp of pleasure echoing in the air around you.
“Phantom,” you whispered, urging him on, “I can feel how close you are. Just a little more.” His movements became more frantic, driven by an urgent need that mirrored your own.
With a gasp, you felt your first orgasm wash over you, a wave of bliss crashing against you as pleasure radiated through your body. The sensation was electric, sending ripples of ecstasy through every nerve ending, leaving you momentarily breathless. Your moans filled the room, a symphony of shared desire.
Feeling the tightness in your core release, you looked at him just as he reached his second climax. His body tensed, a shuddering breath escaping his lips as he pressed harder against you, the lace panties soaked with both your arousal. The sight of him, lost in pleasure, his expression a mix of bliss and desperation, was almost too much to bear.
“Come for me, my sweet Phantom,” you urged, your voice thick with lust. “I want to see you lose yourself completely.”
With a final thrust, his climax hit him like a storm, his body trembling as he surrendered completely. The pleasure radiated from him, each wave leaving him breathless, and you couldn’t help but revel in the sight—his beautiful vulnerability mingled with overwhelming need, a vision that would be etched in your mind forever.
As the last waves of pleasure ebbed, you locked eyes with him, a wicked smile playing on your lips, the thrill of the moment palpable between you. “Just one more,” you breathed, pushing your panties to the side, exposing yourself completely. The action was an invitation, a challenge that set the room ablaze with anticipation.
His gaze turned intense, filled with a desperate hunger that made your pulse quicken. “Please,” he begged, his voice trembling with urgency, laced with raw need. The way he spoke, with such fervor and vulnerability, only heightened your arousal. The thought of him being so desperate to connect with you, despite the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body, was utterly intoxicating.
“Then come here and take what you want,” you encouraged, your voice sultry and commanding. You arched your back slightly, offering yourself up even more, your body craving the feel of him deep inside you. “I want to feel you completely.”
His breath hitched at your words, and you could see him fighting against the overstimulation, every muscle in his body taut with desire. Slowly, he moved closer, the heat radiating from his body enveloping you. You could feel the weight of his need, the raw passion that pulsed between you like a living thing.
When he finally positioned himself at your entrance, the anticipation felt almost unbearable. You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation, but all you found was unbridled longing. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.
“Yes,” you breathed, a shiver of excitement coursing through you. “Now, please.”
With that, he pushed forward, slowly sinking into you, a deep moan escaping his lips as he filled you completely. The sensation was exquisite, the way your bodies melded together creating a perfect union of pleasure and desperation. You could feel him trembling, a mix of ecstasy and sensitivity as he tried to navigate the intoxicating flood of sensations.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, eyes half-closed, lost in the moment. You felt the pressure building again within you, the sensation of him deep inside pushing you further toward the edge.
As he filled you completely, a wave of pleasure coursed through your body, mingling with the thrill of his vulnerability. You reveled in the way he struggled to contain himself, his desperation evident in the way he trembled within you.
“Look at you,” you said, your voice dripping with condescension, a teasing smile gracing your lips. “So eager and needy, yet so pathetic. You can barely handle it, can you?”
His breath hitched at your words, and you could see the flush of embarrassment creeping across his cheeks, a mix of shame and arousal that sent a rush of satisfaction through you.
“Can’t even keep it together when you’re inside me,” you continued, relishing the effect your words had on him. “It’s adorable how you think you’re in control when you’re nothing but a desperate little plaything for me.”
He whimpered, his eyes glazed with need as he fought to keep himself from losing control too soon. “I’m trying,” he gasped, his voice filled with desperation.
“Trying?” you echoed mockingly, your hips rolling against him, urging him deeper. “You mean failing. Look at you, all dressed up in my pretty lace, begging for my touch. You’re just a toy for my amusement.”
The way you spoke, degrading yet enticing, pushed him further into a haze of lust. He whimpered again, a sound that ignited your own need, and you could feel him getting closer, even as the overstimulation threatened to overwhelm him. “Come on, sweet Phantom. Show me just how pathetic you can be.”
His whimpers echoed in the room, an intoxicating blend of pleasure and embarrassment that only fueled your desire to push him further. “That’s it,” you taunted, your voice laced with mockery. “Just let go. I know you want to. I can feel how close you are, and yet you’re still holding back like a good little boy.”
With every thrust, you coaxed him deeper, relishing in the power you held over him. “You’re such a pathetic little thing, begging to be used. Look at you, so desperate to please, and yet you can’t even handle a little bit of pleasure without turning into a mess.”
He whimpered again, eyes squeezing shut as he fought against the overwhelming sensations, his body betraying him. “I… I can’t help it,” he gasped, his voice a mixture of frustration and arousal.
“Of course you can’t,” you replied, your lips curling into a smirk. “You’re nothing without my control, are you? Just a needy little toy who gets off on being degraded.”
His breath quickened, and you could feel his resolve crumbling as he teetered on the edge. “I want to come,” he admitted, his voice thick with desire and a hint of shame.
“Then show me how much you want it,” you urged, your tone dripping with condescension. “You’ll have to beg for it, Phantom. Show me how much you crave my approval.”
His desperation deepened, and you watched with delight as he nodded fervently, ready to submit to your every demand. “Please,” he gasped, “I need it so badly. I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Good boy,” you cooed, feeling a surge of satisfaction as he finally surrendered. “Now let it all go, my precious little plaything.”
As his body shuddered with the force of his orgasm, you watched him come undone, a deep groan escaping his lips, filling the air with the evidence of his desperate need. The sight of him lost in pleasure was intoxicating, but you felt your own desire still simmering beneath the surface, tantalizingly close yet just out of reach.
“Look at you, my little plaything,” you purred, your voice teasing, laced with authority. “So needy, so messy. But I’m afraid your work isn’t done yet.” You let the words hang in the air, dripping with condescension as you felt the heat between your legs.
He glanced up at you, eyes wide with a mix of shock and eagerness, his breath quickening at the command. “Please,” he stammered, a blush creeping across his cheeks, revealing his willingness to submit further. “What do you want me to do?”
“Clean me up with that pretty tongue of yours,” you commanded, watching as he nodded obediently, the submission in his posture igniting a fire within you. As he lowered himself, positioning his mouth just where you needed him, your pulse quickened in anticipation.
“Good boy,” you praised, your voice sultry and teasing. “Now don’t waste a single drop.”
His tongue darted out, hot and eager, gliding over you with a mix of urgency and devotion. Each stroke sent shivers through your body, heightening your senses. You tangled your fingers in his hair, urging him closer, guiding him to linger where you craved the most attention.
“Just like that,” you encouraged, watching him lose himself in the act, the intensity of his focus both thrilling and gratifying. “Taste every part of me. I want you to relish in it.”
His mouth was a whirlwind of sensation, each flick and swirl of his tongue working to draw you closer to the edge. The combination of his previous vulnerability and his current devotion left you breathless, each movement a reminder of your power over him.
“Don’t hold back,” you breathed, your voice a sultry whisper filled with desire. “I want to feel how much you crave me.” The connection between you deepened as he obeyed, his movements growing more fervent, more insistent, driven by an insatiable hunger to please. You could feel the tension building again within you, the exquisite sensation of being worshipped by your sweet Phantom only intensifying your need.
“Keep going,” you urged, your body arching towards him, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. “Make me feel everything.” The thrill of watching him so devotedly attend to your pleasure, all while being completely at your mercy, sent you spiralling closer to bliss.
As he continued to worship you with his tongue, the sensation sent jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, each movement igniting a fire deep within. The heat of his mouth, combined with the urgency in his actions, had you spiralling closer to the edge. You could see the determination in his eyes, a mix of desperation and desire, as he lapped at you, eagerly fulfilling your command.
“More,” you breathed, your voice thick with pleasure. “I want to feel every inch of you on me. Don’t you dare stop.”
His response was immediate, his tongue dancing over you with renewed fervour, exploring every sensitive spot, sending waves of ecstasy washing over you. You could feel your hips grinding against his mouth instinctively, the rhythm building between you as he relished in his task. The heat of his breath mixed with your own arousal, creating a heady atmosphere that made your skin tingle.
“Just imagine how good it feels to have me like this,” you whispered, leaning back to enjoy the sensation, every word laced with condescension. “You’re nothing without me, are you? Just a good little toy, desperate for a taste.”
He moaned against you, the sound vibrating through your body, adding to the pleasure coursing through you. The combination of his submission and the degradation wrapped around you like a warm blanket, fuelling your own arousal.
“Don’t you want to show me how much you need me?” you taunted, feeling your climax building with each flick of his tongue. “Make me feel good, and maybe I’ll let you come again.”
His response was almost immediate; he doubled his efforts, the urgency in his actions growing as he focused entirely on your pleasure. You could see the strain in his body, the way he fought against his own overstimulation, and it only heightened your excitement.
“Good boy,” you murmured, the words falling from your lips like a caress. “Just like that. You know what I like.”
With each movement, you felt yourself teetering on the edge, the build-up of pleasure becoming overwhelming. You wrapped your legs around his head, pulling him closer as you surrendered to the waves of ecstasy crashing over you, the world fading away until all that existed was the connection between you two.
As the pleasure surged through you, the world faded away, leaving only the exquisite sensations cascading over your body. Your climax hit like a tidal wave, crashing through every nerve ending, sending electric jolts of ecstasy radiating outward. You let out a moan that mingled with the sounds of his muffled whimpers, feeling the intensity of your release wash over you.
“Ah, yes!” you gasped, your body arching instinctively, seeking more of that delicious pleasure. “Just like that, my sweet Phantom. You make me feel so good.”
His eager tongue continued its ministrations, drawing out the last tremors of your orgasm, each stroke heightening the aftermath of bliss coursing through you. You could feel the warmth of your release mixing with the heat of his mouth, the intimacy of the moment enveloping you both in a haze of satisfaction.
As you slowly descended from the high, the reality of the moment settled in. You looked down at him, his eyes glazed with desire and satisfaction, still diligently attending to you. You couldn’t help but smile, relishing the power you held over him, both in pleasure and in degradation.
“Now,” you said, catching your breath, “I think it’s time for you to clean up your mess.”
His expression shifted, a mix of eagerness and lingering embarrassment flooding his features as he realised the task that lay ahead. But the way he smiled up at you, a glimmer of joy shining in his eyes, told you all you needed to know: he was more than willing to obey.
"Makes me want to wreck you." “So excited already…”
There's a smut under the cut, +18 only, please.
(AFAB!Reader: Phantom has a FORKED TONGUE! swearing; licking: oral sex; teasing; nipple play)
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Day 16 | Day 18
"You're fibbing with me," you giggled.
"Why would I lie about that?" Phantom asked.
"Because it's hard to believe!" you retorted.
"But I really have it!" he exclaimed.
"Then prove it!" you insisted.
Sitting on one of the chapel's benches, you crossed your legs and arms in front of him. Phantom sighed and removed his helmet, placing it on your lap. You leaned on it, staring at him as he knelt before you. Slowly, he opened his mouth, revealing his forked tongue.
"Oh, my Satan!" you exclaimed, taken aback. You set his helmet aside and leaned closer to him, holding his face in your hands. "You were telling the truth! That's incredible!"
"I told you I wasn't lying," he replied.
"Can you control it? Do they move together?" you asked, curiosity getting the best of you.
"What do you mean..." Phantom started to answer but stopped as he darted his tongue out of his mouth, moving it up and down. "Of course, they move together!"
"I'm sorry, okay? It looks like two separate parts!"
"Well, they're not, and I can move it as one," he said, demonstrating by smoothly moving his forked tongue from side to side.
"And how does it work?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.
"What do you mean, 'how does it work'? It's a regular tongue!" Phantom replied, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"It doesn't look normal to me! You have something like two tongues!"
"It's not... They're not two!" he laughed, wiggling his forked tongue in a playful manner. "It's one, it's just... forked."
"Okay... But how does it feel?" you asked, genuinely curious.
"Normal?" Phantom replied, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I mean, how does it feel to have things on your tongue, I don't know!" you added.
"Like... using it?" he inquired.
"Yeah! Like... licking something, do you lick things?"
"Why would I lick... I'm not a fly, I'm a ghoul!" he chuckled.
"Do flies lick things?"
"I don't know!" he laughed even louder. "But explain to me, what did you mean."
"I don't know, I guess I'm wondering if it feels different..." you said.
"Give me your hand," he said.
You extended your hand to him, watching as he grabbed it. Slowly, he lowered his head and licked the back of your hand. You froze on the bench, surprised by the unexpected gesture. It didn't feel that different from a regular tongue; the texture was the same. But it was the manner in which he did it, and especially the fact that he was doing it.
"So how was it?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"I... I... I think..."
"Do you want me to do it again?" he teased.
"Maybe..."
Phantom gave you a sly smirk and lowered his face once again. He gently turned your hand and licked the palm of it, sending shivers down your spine. Your breath caught in your throat, and you practically melted under the sensation, unable to resist the allure of his tongue.
"What about now?" Phantom asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.
"Feels good..." you replied.
"Yeah?" he chuckled wickedly, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Should I keep going?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.
"Please," you urged.
"Should we try other places?"
"Yes."
He drew closer to you, his strong arms encircling your waist and pulling you in. His face neared your neck, and you could feel his warm breath caressing your skin. Your hand reached for the back of his head, your fingers tangling in his hair, while the other gripped the edge of the bench you were sitting on. Phantom hummed and pressed his lips gently to your skin, intensifying the sensation. His soft, warm kisses traced along your sensitive neck, causing you to squeak and tighten your grip on his hair.
He then opened his mouth, his warm breath sighing close to your neck, making you squirm in response. He brought you even closer to him as he licked your neck, the sensation slow and gentle. Your head tilted back, and you sighed in pleasure as he continued to explore the expanse of your neck. His mouth moved to different spots, planting soft kisses and lapping at your skin, starting gently and then growing more fervent. The sensations sent a fiery passion coursing through you, especially between your legs, where the intensity was almost overwhelming. The pleasure was intoxicating, leaving you lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
"Phan... tom..." you breathed, your voice filled with desire.
"Hm?" he hummed, planting one more kiss on your neck.
"You are... right..." you said, your words coming out in a heated whisper.
He withdrew his face from your neck and looked into your eyes. "Right about what?"
"It's normal..." you confessed.
Phantom chuckled, and you bit your lower lip in anticipation. You removed your hand from his head and moved your hands to the back of your habit, unzipping it. His eyes followed your movements, locked on your every action as you pulled the sleeves down from your shoulders, leaving your chest exposed. His gaze was fixated on your bare skin, and his grip on your waist tightened.
"But I was wondering," you said, your hands now moving to your chest as you looked at him, your eyes filled with longing. "How it would feel here..."
"I'll show you," Phantom said with a seductive confidence.
He leaned in, his face inching closer to one of your nipples, and he planted a sensual kiss on it. His eyes locked onto yours as he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently. You gasped in pleasure, and he responded with a sly smile before biting it delicately. He then closed his eyes and pressed his lips more ardently against your nipples, causing you to arch your back against the bench, lost in the intoxicating sensations.
Phantom continued licking it and flicking it with his agile tongue. Soft moans escaped your lips, and your hands found their way to his neck, pulling him even closer to your chest. The combination of his velvety tongue and warm breath against your sensitive skin heightened your arousal with every passing moment. You arched your back, your nails digging into his neck as you surrendered to the pleasure.
"That's... definitely... better..." you gasped for air, your legs trembling with the intensity of the sensations coursing through your body.
His fingers trailed up your side, igniting shivers of pleasure across your skin, and you felt the middle of his forked tongue teasing and playing with your nipples in a tantalizing dance. The sensation sent your body aflame, a burning desire for more consuming your thoughts. You pushed Phantom away from your chest, but he didn't budge an inch. You placed your hand on his cheek, and he turned his head to meet your touch.
Your hand trailed down his jawline, and you traced your finger along his lips. He eagerly opened his mouth, and you slid your finger inside, savoring the sensation of his soft, wet tongue against your fingertips. A low, longing moan escaped your lips, and your other hand found its place on his shoulder. Leaning forward, you met his lips with your own, and your tongues engaged in a sensuous, passionate dance, further deepening the desire between you.
He slid his hand between your legs, his palm pressing against your groin. A delighted sigh escaped your lips, and your hips instinctively bucked forward. He broke the kiss and gazed at you with lust-filled eyes, to which you responded with a sultry smile.
"May I try my tongue here too?" he asked, his other hand starting to lift your habit.
"P-Please..." you stammered, overcome by desire.
His hand slipped under your habit, and he lifted it to reveal your underwear. You could feel the heat radiating off your aching core. Phantom smiled mischievously as he saw your arousal through the fabric. He ran his fingers over your wetness through the fabric, and you whimpered in delight. Slowly, he slid his fingers underneath your underwear, tracing the outline of your folds. You let out another moan, and he gave you a devilish grin.
"It seems that I'm going to have to remove these," he said, sliding his fingers further underneath your underwear. "You're already so excited... It's so hot here..."
He brought his fingers to his lips, and eagerly sucked them clean. He slowly pulled your underwear down, revealing your wetness. The cool air hit your sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to form all over your body. He lowered his head, kissing your inner thigh. He licked his lips hungrily, and then gently kissed your mound. You let out a gasp, and your legs tensed as his tongue flicked over your clit. Phantom slowly parted your folds, and ran his tongue along your slit.
"Ah... Phan..." you let out a gasp. "Your tongue feels amazing down there too..."
He giggled sending vibrations through your core. His tongue made contact with your clit once again, flickering his tongue back and forth across it, making you squirm in pleasure. You grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer into you.
"Mmm..." you purred. "Please... Just like that, don't stop, Phan... It feels so good..."
You felt his forked tongue delicately caressing your clit, its twin tips working together in an arousing dance that sent waves of pleasure through your body. Your knees nearly buckled, you bit your lip keep from screaming. He teased you mercilessly, you pulled his hair hard, and he released your clit.
"You taste delicious," he whispered with unbridled lust, his gaze locked onto you. "I could eat you forever, or maybe wreck you... your delicious pussy makes me want to wreck you."
"Please..." you whimpered, begging.
He grinned devilishly and dove back in, his tongue working faster on your clit. The dexterity of his forked tongue allowed him to simultaneously stimulate both sides of it, and he eagerly opened his mouth wider to suck your clit into his warm, wet mouth. Overwhelmed by the intense sensations, you couldn't help but let out a loud whimper, your legs instinctively spreading wider to give him better access.
You closed your eyes and surrendered to the incredible sensations coursing through your body. Your hands clenched the edge of the bench, your hips moving involuntarily, seeking more of his tantalizing tongue. Phantom responded by sucking harder, his twin tips of the forked tongue dancing skillfully across your clit, and his hands gripping your thighs firmly, holding you in place as the pleasure intensified.
"Ah-Ah... Ph-Ahn... Yes... Fuck...!" you cried out, your voice filled with pleasure, and your eyes opened wide with desire. "Don't stop, please, don't stop..."
Phantom continued to work his forked tongue on your clit, and you cried out again, your head thrown back as you rode the wave of pleasure. He pulled you closer, bringing his face flush with your intimate folds, and he began to suck even harder. You let out a long, unrestrained moan as his tongue expertly swirled around your sensitive clit, pushing you further into the throes of ecstasy.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" you screamed out in a passionate plea, your desire and pleasure escalating to new heights.
He lowered his mouth, descending to your entrance. His tongue slid inside you, and you felt his nose gently rubbing against your clit. As the tip of his nose brushed against your sensitive nub, you moaned loudly, overwhelmed by the exquisite sensations. Phantom sucked on it with increasing intensity, his teeth grazing it ever so slightly.
"Oh, Satan! I'm going to cum!" you exclaimed in ecstatic pleasure, your voice filled with the urgency of your impending climax.
He didn't stop, and his relentless, insistent suction continued. You felt yourself on the brink, desperately trying to hold back your impending orgasm, but it was building up quickly, unstoppable. His hands squeezed your thighs even tighter, and he began to grind his face against your core, his nose still brushing against your clit and sending delicious tingles throughout your body.
You were getting closer and closer, your grip on the bench tightening, your hips bucking in rhythm with his tongue, and your walls quivered in response to his fervent lapping.
"Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes!" you cried out as you felt his tongue moving in and out of you, the sensations becoming overwhelming as your orgasm approached.
He continued thrusting his tongue in and out of your entrance, your whole body tensing up as your orgasm finally overtook you. You cried out, your voice filled with pleasure, and your entire body convulsed in bliss. Your juices flooded his mouth, and he eagerly drank down every last drop, not stopping until you were completely satisfied. His face glistened with your essence, and he looked up at you with a satisfied grin, the intensity of your pleasure reflected in his eyes.
He stood up, and your eyes were immediately drawn to the noticeable bulge in his pants, clear evidence of his own arousal. Unable to resist, you extended your hand, your fingers lightly tracing the outline of his hardness. His eyes burned with desire, and his arousal twitched under your touch.
"Maybe it's my turn now to show you how my tongue would feel?" you suggested, tilting your head playfully, a teasing grin on your lips, as you hinted at what was to come.
Can you please do a oneshot or some headcannons of Erik eating out reader for the first time please? Thank youuuu!!
Ok so I’m doing headcannons because brain don’t want to focus sorry-
I promise my next post will be a fully fledged fic
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Ok so, he would have definitely thought about this nearly every time he’s masturbated to you. You plump soft thighs around him while he tastes you? Biggest turn on.
He doesn’t have experience (duh) but I feel like he would’ve tried and practice either on his hand or something so he could please you right
When you two start getting closer and he sees how your thighs mold into anything they’re in, like a chair, or even how your pants fit around them, Erik’s heart rate would spike-
And once you actually get close enough to fuck eachother- whew boy he will be begging to eat you out the moment he can
The taste of you would be ambrosia to him- he’d cum from the taste alone if that was possible-
He might even nip you so he can feel the squish of your thighs in his mouth and tongue
The way your moans start getting high pitched, your heals dig into his back, your thighs start quivering, how they squeezed his head more- he’d swear he died and went to heaven
He’d draw out you cumming as long as he can do he can feel you around his head more- if you let him he’ll make you cum in his tongue until you can’t talk and then some
In the end I do think he’s just a thigh lover, a thigh and stomach lover. So when you to are together expect him to lay his head on your thighs and stomach like a head rest-
A/N: I got really self indulgent with this, I apologize. Reqs are coming out later this week asap! I had a lot of fun with this NSFW Alphabet, so let me know if you want more
Warnings: MDNI, Sub Phantom, dominant/submissive dynamics, cum play, wrap it before you tap it, I had too much fun with this, bondage, oral, exhibitionism, possessive bby
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Phantom becomes sleepy and more affectionate than usual. If you have to get up to clean yourselves off or go get water, he will absolutely try to pull you back to the bed, mumbling about how much he loves you. On most other occasions though he will be the one to take the liberty and get you both cleaned up- he is nothing if not a gentleman.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favorite part of his body is his hands, mostly because of everything he can do with them, in or out of sex. For you, he’s a thighs and eyes guy. He could stare into your eyes all day, just admiring them. Phantom also loves you thighs, thick or thin (especially if they’re squishy though), he always has his hand on your leg when you’re sitting, just absentmindedly drawing small circles (yes this includes driving. Please be responsible when driving, thighs can wait).
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
THIS MAN IS MESSY. Hear me out, okay? He’s not super excited about cumming in you like many of the other ghouls- he would much rather finish on himself or on you. Something about the mess and how you were able to do that to him makes his brain short circuit. Phantom also loves to have your arousal and cum all over his face- sit on his face, suffocate him, whatever you want.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
While he would not keep this as a secret if you asked, Phantom does love the idea of being watched. Not in a voyeur way, but more a “anyone could see you like this” and a “they can see but they can’t touch- you’re all mine”. This goes both for subby Phantom and normal Phantom. He’s possessive and enjoys when you are possessive over him.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
His experience was limited to playing party games like 7 minutes in heaven and spin the bottle, so when you two first fell into your dynamic, he came a lot and early. It took him a while to build the stamina and learn where his boundaries lie. You both realized early on that sometimes he just needed to turn his brain off and let you take over.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
This may sound cheesy, but any position where he could see your face. He loves cowgirl, being able to see you on top of him makes his brain go to mush. He also loves anything against a wall or sitting you up on a countertop/table.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He may joke around up until a certain point. When he gives in, his brain turns to mush and he ends up tunnel-visioning on you. He knows how to crack a joke when things go in an unexpected turn or when something doesn’t work out perfectly, but most of the time he can barely remember his own name, let alone jokes.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
I do like to think that Phantom is relatively well groomed, honestly I don’t think he has that much body hair to begin with. He keeps everything trimmed and at the very least neat. I don’t think he cares if you shave or not, since when he’s turned on that’s the last thing he thinks about.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Phantom is absolutely whipped for you, like genuinely. I think he’s very romantic… well as romantic as you can get when you’re tied up. When he’s in the zone all he can see is you, all his thoughts are just filled with you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
When Phantom was first summoned, and to this day, his libido is through the roof. Catholic jackrabbits are jealous of just how quickly this ghoul can get horny (no pun intended). He would jack off a lot before you came into the picture, however after? Once you were in the picture, it was hard for him. You made him feel so good in a way that his hand or a solo toy just could not. So he doesn’t have any issues against it, but why do it when he could just find you?
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Obviously what we have touched on, Phantom likes to sub a lot- while he technically is a switch, we’re focusing on bbg Phantom. He will happily sit there, only thinking about you and how much he loves you as you ruin him. SO- in that realm, tie Phantom up and praise him, He just wants to be your good boy so bad. As mentioned before, he also has a bit of an exhibitionism kink- something about people being able to see him fall apart for you, but not being able to touch has his mind going in circles. This also leads to the occasional broom closet quickie or late night communal area fuck.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
The bedroom, while he does get an occasional kick from other places and being caught, at the end of the day he will always want you in your bedroom. There’s something so personal about that to him (also more room for activities).
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Literally anything you do. When I tell you this man is whipped for you- I mean he is WHIPPED. There was this reddit story I heard a while back about how this woman accidentally pavloved her partner into getting turned on by pulling her hair into a low ponytail, and it wouldn’t surprise me if something similar happened between you and Phantom. He loves when you wear his clothes, or those thigh high socks with the squish at the top. I don’t think he would be a nudes guy, but send him a text about what you want to do to him, and he’s already making excuses to see you.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Phantom does not like pain, giving or receiving. Something about that feels off to him, yall tried it and it just did not work. Also I don’t think he would ever share you, y’all are together and it would kill him to know you’re making someone else feel good. Also orgasm denial, I just don’t think he would be into it.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Suffocate him with your thighs, please. If he could stay between your thighs until the end of time he would. He also enjoys receiving, but not as much, he would rather you do other things to him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He loves when you take your time with him, rile him up, tease him until he's begging. When he’s not in subby Phantom mode, he will go like a jackhammer if you give him the chance.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
While they are not his favorites, sometimes between rehearsals or during tour that’s all you have time for so he tolerates them. Something about it just feels off to him, it doesn’t feel as personal. He enjoys the process of getting pretty for you and teased.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He will try almost anything. There have been times where you two are sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phones when he will send you a link to a toy, or some new thing he found in his scrolling adventures. There was once where you tried sex chocolate, and once where you tried pegging him, both of which he said he would try again.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He is very sensitive, so while he may not last long, he can go for many MANY rounds. His stamina has improved over the last few years, but it takes time and how could he keep up his stamina when you make him feel so good?
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
You and Phantom have a basket of toys that sits in the corner of your room. You two have tried multiple different things, everything from ropes to rabbits, to clamps. The cock ring is a regular user, given the stamina mentioned above. I don’t think Phantom likes using toys when going solo, but always tries when he knows he will be away from you for a while.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Tease him and tell him he’s pretty. Phantom wants you to tease and take your time until he is begging. The feeling and build up turn him into mush and he loves it. When it comes to you, I don’t think he teases you very much, he needs you and needs you now (very impatient). I also don’t think he would brat, and if he does, it’s not for long.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Pretty ghouls make pretty noises. While he is not loud, Phantom is vocal. He will whimper and moan for you, no matter what role he is in. He doesn’t care if he sounds pathetic, he can’t help it, you just make him feel so good.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Wild Card! Sometimes when he gets really pussy/cock drunk, he will revert back to the language of the hells. He doesn’t mean to and oftentimes doesn’t realize he does it.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
I think Phantom is pretty average sized, but over time he has learned how to use it. He’s also a lot stronger then he looks, and has reminded you of that on occasion, accidentally breaking restraining toys/ropes.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
As mentioned, he has a libido that puts catholic rabbits to shame. His body seems to have no chill, and while most of the time he can live with it, sometimes he just needs that relief. We all know his heats are on a different level. Most of the other ghouls blame this as a side effect of new summoning, but you’re starting to doubt that.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He tries to stay up until you fall asleep, but sometimes his body just gives up trying to be awake, needing to recover.
